win the hairpin

Chapter 232
Huang Heqing!
This kind of auspicious auspiciousness has never appeared since he was enthroned today, but it happened twice during the late emperor's reign, but after a long time, he has forgotten it.

An ordinary white porcelain old man, a small teacup, contains such shocking auspiciousness.

Staring at the teacup today, he was also excited, so excited that he wanted to raise his arms high, but he is the emperor, the Ninth Five Supreme, how could he lose his composure like this.

He remembered that the Yellow River had been in serious trouble for several times. The Empress Dowager Pei forced him to write the "Edict of Guilt" to appease the people. It is not virtuous to be able to control and nurture all living beings, and to accumulate the three lights."

What is wrong with him?
The empress dowager's rooster governs the morning, refuses to return the power to him, and makes the Pei family occupy the court, making arbitrary decisions, which is truly immoral.

But he didn't do anything, but he wanted to condemn himself, and he had to avoid the temple and reduce his meals.

After the death of Empress Dowager Pei, the Yellow River still suffered from floods, and the censors once asked him to issue an edict of sin against himself, and every time they would use "Yellow River Qing" as an example.

The censor is as annoying as the Empress Dowager Pei, and he even suspects that the censor has been taught by the Empress Dowager Pei, and he always breaks his head to remonstrate.

It's all right now, the Yellow River is finally cleared, and the mountain of guilt has finally been removed from him, and he no longer has to plead guilty to God for it.

He is not guilty!
Jin Shang showed a smile and stroked Bai Ciweng, but after all he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and said loudly: "Okay! Guangyu is very much in my heart!"

King Li Guangyu of Yan got this compliment, and immediately knelt down to express his feelings for Junfu, while the officials secretly considered the weight of this sentence today.

The king of Yan has won the emperor's heart. Could it be that His Majesty already intends to make the king of Yan the crown prince?

Today's words stirred up thousands of waves, and the courtiers were secretly looking at Jin Wang and Yan Wang, but today they were immersed in joy, unaware that their words had brought such a big reaction.

He was still thinking about it.

At this moment, Zhang Rui stood up and stood in the main hall. Weeping, he knelt down on the ground: "The Yellow River is clear, the sage is coming out! Your Majesty governs the country well and blesses the people, so today's auspiciousness is the result!"

Everyone got up and knelt down one after another, and the voices in their mouths became the echo of Mr. Zhang: "Your Majesty governs the country well, and blesses the people..."

There are also some people who are sensible, while shouting long live, while wondering in their hearts: "Your Majesty governing the country can be called a quack doctor to treat diseases. Your Majesty prescribes prescriptions to harm the country, and quack doctors prescribe prescriptions to kill people. There is not much difference between the two. How can the Yellow River pay off? "

Either Wu Baozhi has meritorious service in governing the river, or this auspiciousness is just a fabrication.

But the king of Jin heard a sentence during his visit: "The Yellow River is clear, and the upper reaches will be dry."

He thought carefully about what King Yan said about Chanzhou on the East Road of Hebei. The upper reaches are Hejian Mansion and Zhending Mansion. If these two mansions are dry, grain must be prepared in advance.

In this deafening sound of long live, today is happy, and his love for King Yan leaps a thousand miles, and he becomes his most beloved son.

Even for Zhang Rui who was the first to kneel down, his doubts in his heart were greatly reduced. He believed that Zhang Rui had a small fault but a big one was good. He understood his thoughts and was loyal.

The only thing that didn't remind him was King Jin and the Pei family who kept his dragon chair during the fight.

The invisible auspiciousness enveloped the tangible hall, which made this year's Tianning Festival show a completely different meaning. The confrontation between King Jin and King Yan was once again decided in a bowl of Yellow River water.

The interest became more and more high today, and the banquet was announced. Mingchun, who is good at ventriloquism, performed a performance of a hundred birds facing the phoenix. Amidst the clear and high-pitched birdsong, he toasted for the first time today, and had fun with the officials.

Outside the palace, the Tianning Festival was also being celebrated, and the bustling Sanwa and Liangshe became more and more noisy. The government officials in the capital lost the shock of their old father and appeared on the street to have fun.

Shehuo came out in full force, occupying the major courtyards, and wanted to win a full house.

The Zhouqiao night market was crowded with people, and there were hundreds of people from Bao Lao Club who came to "release the team". They set up a high platform and danced Bao Lao on it.

Wu Bao's old man stepped on his long sleeve for a while, fell to grab the ground with his head, and rolled out three or four somersaults, and rolled to the side of the illusionist in the club. A carp stood up, stood up, and made a gesture in front of his companions. , full of ugliness, which made people laugh.

Song Huiyue stood in the crowd, her eyes became crescent moons with joy, holding a package of crisps in her hands, Yin Xiao hung it left and right, her hands were full of refreshments, and she was carrying a package on her back. As he passed by, he could smell the oily aroma of the shortbread.

Mr. Bao jumped up and down, leading out the girls who danced in the club.

Two girls in crimson jackets are in a crowd, turning left and right, as fast as the wind, the skirts are as light as flying, and the fragrance is flowing from the corners of the clothes, which is intoxicating.

To the sound of stringed drums, the two girls stepped hurriedly, turned around, looked at Yin Xiao beside Song Huiyue at the same time, blinked at him, and sent a bright look.

While everyone was laughing, Yin Xiao stepped back, retreated behind Song Huiyue, and faded out of the sight of others.

He whispered at the same time: "Forbidden Army."

Today, most of the imperial guards are in the palace, and the inner chamber troops and yamen servants in Kyoto are mainly patrolling.

Song Huiyue backed away calmly, all the way back to the center of the crowd, and then stood on tiptoe to look up the stage.

In the crowd of black and white, Yin Xiao, who was dressed in soap-colored short brown and bowed her head, became less conspicuous, and Song Huiyue's smiling face was also submerged in many smiling faces.

Yin Xiao hangs her head, hides a sharp knife in her sleeve, and carries Song Huiyue's slingshot in the bag on her back. Song Huiyue has a mud ball hanging around her waist, and is wrapped in a turban and cloak. Both of them are dressed in simple clothes. If the forbidden army finds out, it won't stand up to careful interrogation.

Forbidden soldier Li Changfeng walked past Bao Laoshe, his heart suddenly trembled, and he felt that there was something strange in the crowd, as if there was a murderous aura mixed in it, which was completely different from the harmonious scene in front of him.

He immediately turned his head, his eyes were like knives, and he shot straight into the crowd.

However, he looked back and forth several times, but he never saw anyone acting suspiciously.

Walking out of the night market, he turned his head frequently, but still found no clues, so he had to go back and told his subordinates not to be careless, lest the enemy's secret agents would sneak in, and guard the offices and yamen, as well as many tile markets, so that no one would arson.

Everyone responded and went to the watchtower separately, continuing to watch the movement in the city.

The capital is vast, and the forbidden army divided it into twenty corners. Each corner has a four-story watchtower. On weekdays, it is guarded by government officials, but tonight it is guarded by the forbidden army. Each corner is equipped with about a hundred guards. The Xiang army and government servants, in a group of ten, patrolled around.

Li Changfeng boarded the watchtower near the imperial city, and stared at Panlou Street, Dockhe Street, Zhouqiao, and Daxiangguo Temple next to the building.

Especially the mansions of Zhang Xiangye and others are also within the scope of his focus.

The sound of singing, dancing and music continued, and the sound of laughter went straight to the sky. He could even hear the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra coming from Da Nei. Although it was very slight, it still penetrated into his ears.

As far as the eye can see, the lights are shining brightly, the colorful flags are fluttering, and the crowds are crowded, facing mountains and seas.

(End of this chapter)